"Beep..." When the whistle in the distance gradually died down, the cars parked nearby began to honk collectively, and the piercing whistles continued to gather and float up into the sky.
The people who sent off were waved their hands in silence, blushing their eyes, and wiped tears.
Suddenly, "Commander Zhang, go away!" a rough man yelled.
"Zhang Jun went well!" Wan Zhong responded.
"The fourth army soldiers go well!"
"Thanks for your hard work."
"People in Shenghai will always remember you."
"..."
With a noise, the shouting sounded, one after another.
The children who came with their parents stood on the roadside and saluted the military salute seriously and diligently. Their respectful eyes followed the hearse, but they refused to put down their arms.
"Bang! Bang! Bang Bang ..." A row of guns.
In order to clarify the boundaries, the governments of the ordinary world are not allowed to participate in the official ceremony of Azure as a rule, so they sent their own honor guard to fire a gun salute for the martyrs here.
The first row of guns,
Then the second row,
Third row.
The vehicle that transported the Lingya gradually farther away in the smoke of the muzzle.
However, there are more vehicles here.
In the huge convoy, there are rows of trucks and rows of jeeps.
On the truck were more than a thousand brothers from the Fourth Army gathered from all over the country. As representatives of various regiments and squads under the Fourth Army, they came here to send off their commanders and comrades on behalf of the tens of thousands of brothers from the Fourth Army. Buried. They are the most irony soldiers in the Fourth Army, but now they can't cry so much that they can only grit their teeth as low as wolves.
The jeep has representatives from the army of the army, the representative of the blue headquarters, and the representative of the council.
There are also priests, parents, wives, children, siblings, and siblings, crying into tears in the car.
In addition, the only Witnessenger Corps Chen Bu Hungry Legion Chief, Xu Xiaohong's Chief of Staff Here ...
The core team of Xixi Fengrui were all present.
"So, are you really here?"
"It must be here yesterday. People did n’t come out to show up when people arrived at the airport. As for today, I do n’t know if they come.
"But I heard that he was going to help Zhang Jun, so how could people not come?"
The people gathered in a group talking were reporters, and they were much better informed than the general public.
Someone responded on the spot, "It was replaced by Lieutenant Wu Tiao. I heard that the people over the funeral said that they changed it early in the morning. Why didn't you receive the news?"
"No." A reporter nodded, looked up again, and said in a surprise eyes: "So!"
so……
"It's fake. It must be fake. We've all read that newspaper. If the person in the photo is Major Qing, who can believe it?"
"Oh! It seems ..."
It seems that the young school is likely to be really sacrificed. A reporter stopped talking and shook his head and sigh.
As reporters, they do need news, eager to know the truth, and want to inform the world; but at the same time, as a person, an ordinary person who survives under the threat of the doomsday, who wants to hear such news?
"You fart!" Suddenly a childish voice came from the side.
The reporters turned their heads.
It was a boy about thirteen or four years old. He was a little thin. He grabbed the railing, stalk his neck, and his eyes still shed tears. He continued to roar at the reporters angrily:
"You are nonsense, you are all nonsense, the young school will not die, the youth school is invincible. If you want to die ..."
Before he could finish his words, a girl who looked about 18 or 19 years old hurriedly covered the boy's mouth from behind, "Okay, Wei Yu, let's not say it anymore. If we don't say it, we just know it ourselves."
The elder sister was afraid that her younger brother would cause trouble, so she dragged him on the spot and prepared to leave. The social order under the end of the day is much worse than before, and the worries of my sister are actually not extra.
The reporters came over. Zhang Youqing was a little nervous. She raised her eyelids and was about to apologize for her brother.
"It's okay." The scolded reporter opened a bit bitterly. He said to Zhang Youqing first, and then reached out to touch the boy's head ... was blown away. Everyone will die, and Major Qing is the same, he is also made of flesh and blood, so he will die too."
"Hmm!" The boy was dissatisfied and struggled, but his sister's hand kept loose.
"But because of this, the ones he had done was even more valuable. He was worth remembering and admiration for the death of the scene he went to. Do you know?"
The reporter turned back.
A group of people looked at each other silently, all of them were dark eyes.
"I heard that it seems that even the people in the cemetery have changed. I said before that it was the young school to open, and now it has become the head of the army ..."
"I hope that the head of the legion is still tough, there are many rumors about his elderly people these six months."
"Um."
During the reporters, the traffic order at the scene began to prepare to recover. A large number of traffic police runs through, standing in the post to prepare for direct passage.
"Wait! Wait! There is a car behind! Azure Blue Military Vehicle!" The eager voice suddenly came out of the call device on the traffic police's shoulder.
Half of the gesture of release and becoming a stop.
The scene stagnated again in a little chaotic.
There was a group of blue military vehicles passing behind them, and they were coming very quickly. Whether it is the traffic police in the ordinary world or the superiors, this is all they know. There is no need to ask what is going on. All they have to do is continue to maintain traffic control and wait for the seeing off convoy from behind to pass.
At the same time, the attitude of the rejected person is much tense.
The four military vehicles were not reported. Of course, the car is a blue car, but people are not necessarily. If the people who wash the school are mixed in ...
"Tudes, Dudu!" The emergency call request, the yellow light of the call device continued to light up.
A lieutenant in the convoy reached out to answer the call.
"who are you?"
"From the Fourth Army, we..."
"Pass instructions, report your instructions."
"... No. But we ..."
"Stop! Immediately! Stop for inspection, immediately!" The refuser's instructions were urgent and serious.
From the perspective of military discipline and security, these vehicles that have no reimbursement and cannot provide instructions at the same time suddenly appear on the road, and it is obviously chasing the front team, which is indeed worth careful.
The rejected person is quickly prepared. Once the team refuses to stop and keep moving forward, the ambush security forces on both sides of the road will lead their officers and make force.
"What should I do?" The lieutenant was at a loss. He transferred the call and asked the lieutenant colonel who was in the same car with Han Qingyu and was personally responsible for driving.
"Tell them someone in our car." The Chinese school said simple and quickly.
Zhongwei, "Ah?"
"You say that the youth school is in our car and let them see it." As the Lieutenant Colonel said, he silently shook Han Qingyu's window.
Of course, Han Qingyu was visible and visible, but he did not stop.
"Major Qing is in our car, you can see for yourselves." The lieutenant in the other car replied cheerfully.
Then, the team continued.
"What? Major Qing?!" The security personnel hidden in the crowd saw it, and saw clearly that his face, his clothing, and equipment... it was indeed Major Qing.
"Report, the young school is indeed on the header, what should we do now? Report ..."
"Let's go first." The rejected person changed people and said, "I'm Tu Zi, I will contact the stream of streams."
The person who made a decision was Tu Zi, the safety personnel executed the instructions, and did not act ... Then he hesitated and lowered his voice. "Can I ask you a question privately?"
"you say."
"We all know that you and youth schools are friends, and you always say ... So, can you tell me, whether this young school is really or fake. If it is fake, we are the youth school ..."
"Nonsense, of course, it is true." Tu Zi scolded his head annoyed and interrupted the inquiry.
With this sentence, he held the intercom with his hand and tilted his head to slow down. Because of the actual situation, Tu Zi didn't know whether this Qingzi brother was real or fake, and he didn't know whether Qingzi brother was dead or alive.
Tu Zi has never seen Han Qingyu for too long, not in person, it is impossible to determine at all.
And he couldn't ask about it casually, because it might be the highest level secret.
"Well, don't ask me blindly, focus on his duties ..." Tu Zi returned to calm, saying, saying.
"Look, the young school! It is a young school!" The boy named Zhang Weiyu shouted suddenly with excitement.
The scene included that group of reporters, and almost everyone looked at it.
The truck came from the stroke.
Yes.
It's him.
The crowd suddenly started cheering.
"Young school!"
"Young school!"
"Major Qing!"
"..."
They were shouting him, and their sounds were like tide, and they kept stretching.
In fact, when you see you in the young school, the people will cheer the same.
But this time the voice was different.
In this shout, contain greater hopes and more sincerity.
Because they were actually panic, they were hesitant. They called him and wanted to respond a little, even if they just turned their heads, it was good to look at it.
In this way, they can work hard and firmly to convince themselves:
In this world, that invincible Major Qing is still there.
However, the truck hurried away. In the whole process, the side face of the window remained motionless, and there was no expression.
There was an inexplicable feeling of loss and uneasiness in the crowd.
"Ha, why do you react?" A reporter suddenly looked around and said, "Somehow, I suddenly changed their views."
"What? What do you think." The peers next to him asked anxiously.
"I think he may be true now."
"Why...why?"
"What reason?"
"It's just the arrogant look! Anyone, how many people, how enthusiastic you are, he doesn't care about it. It looks like you shouted to him and have nothing to do with him. .Look, how much he looks like.”
The reporter pointed at the distance from the distance.
